Grow, Grow

“According to the Talmud, every blade of grass has its own angel bending over it, whispering, “Grow, grow.”

― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of Faith

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Angels watching over me O Lord

Angels watching over me!

as the wind blows

and bends me toward the earth

as age slows my body and my mind

as I drag along

into the new day

old wounds and hurts

old hate

as I stand

weakly rooted in the fabric of the universe

Sacred is calling

grow

grow

be joyful

be loving

be generous

stretch your very being toward the

heavens

and grow